and end up feeling strange and mental,
I pull a book that smells of dust,
and bury deep in those inked rusts,
I ripped a favorite book in two.
It felt like murder. Laughs gagged midway,
severed, a child’s stifled scream.
One hit, swung, breaked just before
swirls and stars.
A man’s last breath, stopped! Perpetual
life. Death. On hold.
paused, lips one slip away from
An itch. No scratch.
A warm swig of coffee,
swallowed, sip wedged
A heartbeat, bookmarked.
A long sigh,
The tick. The to-
We love, we read books
We dream, we read books
You are a book
And would have
But someone had ripped